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Frat rules – Asap Mob feat. Asap Rocky lyrics

Lyrics Asap Mob – Frat rules

B*tches not f*cking not coming
B*tches not f*cking not coming
B*tches not f*cking not coming
These h**s not f*cking, not coming
B*tches not f*cking not coming
B*tches not f*cking not coming
B*tches not f*cking not coming
These h**s not f*cking, not coming
Pull up and we drumming
Pull up and we drumming
Pull up and we stunting
Pull up and we stunting
B*tches not f*cking not coming
B*tches not f*cking not coming
B*tches not f*cking not coming
These h**s not f*cking, not coming.(frat rules)

All the h**s that you call are not coming
She know if she not f*cking, she truckin’
All of the bitches I f*ck are not common
Guaranteed if I f*ck her she cumming
If I’m in the room please don’t come in
I beat the pus*y like it need production
All she want from me is reproduction
Gotta ask “Why’d she leave her husband?”
Heard he called up yelling, tweaking, fussing
Talkin’ ’bout “it’s gon’ be repercussions!”
I remember last, last nigga, nigga tried to run up
Got like three concussions
Do you know what you in for?
They copy copy like 10-4
Keep the money ’cause I been poor
All your jewelry like tin foil
Please don’t tell your friends where we shopping at,
I swear this s**t gon’ turn into an in-store (straight up)
f*ck you need another man for, talking to her like a mentor
Talking to her like a nigga Yoda and she say “I love you”
I’m like “hold up, hold up, hold up
Hold up, hold up, hold up” Hit her, hit her with the
Back up, back up, coldest shoulder.

B*tches not f*cking not coming
B*tches not f*cking not coming
B*tches not f*cking not coming
These h**s not f*cking, not coming
B*tches not f*cking not coming
B*tches not f*cking not coming
B*tches not f*cking not coming
These h**s not f*cking, not coming
Pull up and we drumming
Pull up and we drumming
Pull up and we stunting
Pull up and we stunting
B*tches not f*cking not coming
B*tches not f*cking not coming
B*tches not f*cking not coming
These h**s not f*cking, not coming.

Now every time we in this b***h, you acting like you owe me favors
Acting like you with the shits, but fronting on the homies later
Look, I could tell you’re under pressure
Baby time to ease up versuri-lyrics.info
Young and living single, like your room was Khadijah’s
My apologies, why I gotta be misogynistic every time we kick it
Every time I visit something’s different and every time I leave you know you miss it
Don’t be crying on my shoulder every time I’m coming over
Talking ’bout a popcorn and soda, Netflix and chill
When you home alone with no Macaulay Culkin
S*x game had her going crazy, now I gotta ask, calling all the time
And I wish I never met her, Carl Thom’
Driving down my street like it’s the Autobahn
Getting loud, setting off the car alarms
Here put on my chain, baby you need to chill
Give it some time, baby, let it rebuild
Quit running your nose through the Beverly Hills.

B*tches not f*cking not coming
B*tches not f*cking not coming
B*tches not f*cking not coming
These h**s not f*cking, not coming
B*tches not f*cking not coming
B*tches not f*cking not coming
B*tches not f*cking not coming
These h**s not f*cking, not coming
Pull up and we drumming
Pull up and we drumming
Pull up and we stunting
Pull up and we stunting
B*tches not f*cking not coming
B*tches not f*cking not coming
B*tches not f*cking not coming
These h**s not f*cking, not cominggg.(frat rules)
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Kodak Black – Corrlinks And Jpay (Painting Pictures Album)

[Intro]
Ear Dummers
Sniper gang
Mike WiLL Made-It

[Verse 1]
I’m like a fiend, know what I mean? I need everythin’
No homie, this ain’t lean, I’m drinkin’ lemonade
I ain’t talkin’ Blige but I’m blowin’ Mary J
You would think I’m blind ’cause I be rockin’ heavy shades
I gotta keep the fire, try me, I’m gon’ let it rain
‘Cause I be walkin’ round with a big scary chain
On when I’m posted up, I’m sellin’ candy cane
Before I made my move, I had to let it marinate
I beat the pot with the spoon and watch the dope lock up
I drop the 5 in the Duce like I’m Hurt Locker
Don’t make me run up in your gig ’cause I’m a show stopper
I got 99 bands, I ain’t got no problems
Ayy, repeat what you just said, you don’t want no problems
I’m patient, when she give me head, I call her dome doctor
I keep a pep in my step like I’m pimp walkin’
I run up in your home like I’m a Macaulay Culkin
I got lil shawty, on that reefer now she Kodak boppin’
When I jump up in that beamer, I be thot hoppin’
All this Perc’ in the lean got me sleep walkin’
I’m booted up, Molly Jolly, I don’t need coffee
I’m tryna blow the fuck up, those crackers lock me down
They got me on the seventh floor, I’m tryna hit the ground
I’m tryna touch the promised land, you need to let me down
I put my trust in that bitch, that hoe let me down

[Chorus]
Corrlinks and JPay
Corrlinks and JPay
Corrlinks and JPay
Corrlinks and JPay
Corrlinks and JPay

[Verse 2]
For all my niggas waitin’ on some pictures through the Corrlink I know your people ain’t keep it real like they supposed to be
Go send your niggas some money through JPay so he can eat
That nigga used to look out for you when he was on the streets
I just hit my cousin one today, do it like e-mail
I know that feelin’ that you feelin’ and I love you, fam
Just like a peanut, butter, jelly, my nigga in a jam
This for them niggas eatin’ Zoom Zoom’s and Wam Wam’s
And your girl got a new nigga but she gon’ leave when you release
Feel like everybody shakin’, they be loyal for a week
That boy a Jimmy told me Black you a profit, nigga
Cause when you, spit that real shit that be like God sent you

[Chorus]
Corrlinks and JPay
Corrlinks and JPay
Corrlinks and JPay
Corrlinks and JPay
Corrlinks and JPay

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Travi$ Scott – Pick Up The Phone

[Intro: Young Thug & Starrah]
Yaaah, oh yaaah
Ooooh, Thugger
Yeah, Travis Scott
Thugger, Thugger baby
Yaah

[Verse 1: Travis Scott]
I pour a four up
I call your hoe up
Just to fuck her and show her
I just went, got my dough up
Pullin’ off and I’m gone!
Then I go and pour four up
Then I roll up that roll up
Then I’m callin’ your hoe up…
(Like Brrrrr)

[Hook: Travis Scott]
Like , pick up the phone, baby (brrrrr)
Like, I know you’re home, baby (brrrrr)
Like, I’m in the zone, baby (Straight up!)
I just poured up a four baby (Yeah, yeah)

[Bridge: Travis Scott & Young Thug]
Never will I cheat on you
Never will I commit treason
Blowin’ a bag on you
Do all of that for no reason
I’ma pull up and murk too
Hittin’ the block and I’m bleedin’
Throwing that Rollie on you
I like the way it be freezin’

[Hook: Travis Scott]
Like, Pick up the phone, baby (brrrrr)
Like, I know you’re home, baby (brrrrr)
Like, I’m in the zone, baby (Straight up!)
I just poured up a four baby (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Pour up a four of that Actavis
Lean like my mothafuckin’ granny did
Super Bowl ring with big body Benz
I stack it up now I’m just better livin’
Got screws in my mouth, I’m just preppin’ it
I’m fucking this cash up, I’m not celibate
I’m packin’ it up like a reverend
I need all this cash, I got hella kids
I’ma play dumb and get left in the middle
Back the fuck up, you too little
Hit ’em with three like I’m Miller
I don’t talk to no man in the middle
I don’t talk to no man, I’m just kiddin’
But I did pay my sister’s tuition
I feel lucky, I should play the lottery
Walkin’ off with it, like sonny listen
Mama told me I’m her brightest star
Mama told me don’t hate on the law
Because everybody got a job
Because everybody wan’ be a star
Please believe every motherfucker around here wanna be a part (real shit, real shit)
She gon’ do anything in her power to be with ya’ boy

[Hook: Travis Scott]
Like, Pick up the phone, baby (brrrrr)
Like, I know you’re home, baby (brrrrr, it’s lit!)
Like, I’m in the zone, baby (Straight up!)
I just poured up a four baby (Yeah, yeah)

[Bridge: Young Thug]
Never will l cheat on you
Never will I commit treason
Blowin’ a bag on you
Do all of that for no reason
I’ma pull up and murk too
Hittin’ the block and I’m bleedin’
Throwin’ that Rollie on you
I like the way you be freezin’

[Verse 3: Quavo]
Pick up the phone
Macaulay Culkin’ baby, Home Alone
I thought I was right
Then I had to man up, I was wrong
I hate when we fight
She in love with the pipe
I draped her up in ice, I pour my four on ice
Birds in the trap sing Brian McKnight
Percocet and Codeine please don’t take my life
She had a dream with Celine
So I bought it twice
Young nigga make it right back tonight
Girl you’re so cute and your ass is nice
Drinkin’ on 4 and I’m shootin’ dice
Wrist polar bear, Klondike
And I’m loving all races, hell nah don’t discriminize
Drinkin’ on clean, sanitize
Ostritch seats with the frog eyes
If i ever call your phone baby
Best believe its only one time

[Hook: Travis Scott]
Like, Pick up the phone, baby (brrrrr)
Like, I know you’re home, baby (brrrrr, it’s lit!)
Like, I’m in the zone, baby (Straight up!)
I just poured up a four baby (Yeah, yeah)

[Bridge: Young Thug]
Never will l cheat on you
Never will I commit treason
Blowin’ a bag on you
Do all of that for no reason
I’ma pull up and murk too
Hittin’ the block and I’m bleedin’
Throwin’ that Rollie on you
I like the way you be freezin’

[Outro]
Pick up the phone
I’m in the zone

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Young Thug & Travis Scott – Pick Up The Phone lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug & Starrah]
Yaaah, oh yaaah
Ooooh, Thugger
Yeah, Travis Scott
Thugger, Thugger baby
Yaah

[Verse 1: Travis Scott]
I pour a four up
I call your hoe up
Just to fuck her and show her
I just went, got my dough up
Pullin’ off and I’m gone!
Then I go and pour four up
Then I roll up that roll up
Then I’m callin’ your hoe up
(Like Brrrrr)
[Hook: Travis Scott]
Pick up the phone, baby (Like brrrrr)
I know you’re home, baby (It’s lit!)
I’m in the zone, baby (Straight up!)
I just poured up a four baby (Yeah, yeah)

[Bridge: Travis Scott & Young Thug]
Never will I cheat on you
Never will I commit treason
Blowin’ a bag on you
Do all of that for no reason
I’ma pull up and murk too
Hittin’ the block and I’m bleedin’
Throwing that Rollie on you
I like the way it be freezin’
(Brrrrr)

[Hook: Travis Scott]
Pick up the phone, baby (Like brrrrr)
I know you’re home, baby (It’s lit!)
I’m in the zone, baby (Straight up!)
I just poured up a four baby (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Pour up a four of that Actavis
Lean like my mothafuckin’ granny did
Super Bowl ring with big body Benz
I stack it up now I’m just better livin’
Got screws in my mouth, I’m just preppin’ it
I’m fucking this cash up, I’m not celibate
I’m packin’ it up like a reverend
I need all this cash, I got hella kids
I’ma play dumb and get left in the middle
Back the fuck up, you too little
Hit ’em with three like I’m Miller
I don’t talk to no man in the middle
I don’t talk to no man, I’m just kiddin’
But I did pay my sister’s tuition
I feel lucky, I should play the lottery
Walkin’ off with it like Sonny Liston
Mama told me I’m her brightest star
Mama told me don’t hate on the law
Because everybody got a job
Because everybody wanna be a star (real shit, real shit)
Please believe every motherfucker around here wan’ be a part
She gon’ do anything in her power to be with ya’ boy
(Brrrrr)

[Hook: Travis Scott]
Pick up the phone, baby (Like brrrrr)
I know you’re home, baby (It’s lit!)
I’m in the zone, baby (Straight up!)
I just poured up a four, baby (Yeah, yeah)

[Bridge: Young Thug]
Never will l cheat on you
Never will I commit treason
Blowin’ a bag on you
Do all of that for no reason
I’ma pull up and murk too
Hittin’ the block and I’m bleedin’
Throwin’ that Rollie on you
I like the way you be freezin’

[Verse 3: Quavo]
Pick up the phone
Macaulay Culkin’ baby, Home Alone
I thought I was right
Then I had to man up, I was wrong
I hate when we fight
She in love with the pipe
I draped her up in ice, I pour my four on ice
Birds in the trap sing Brian McKnight
Percocet and Codeine please don’t take my life
She had a dream with Céline
So I bought it twice
Young nigga make it right back tonight
Girl you’re so cute and your ass is nice
Drinkin’ on four and I’m shootin’ dice
Wrist polar bear, Klondike
And I’m loving all races, hell nah don’t discriminize
Drinkin’ on clean, sanitize
Ostritch seats with the frog eyes
If I ever call your phone baby
Best believe it’s only one time
(Brrrrrr)

[Hook: Travis Scott]
Pick up the phone, baby (Like brrrrr)
I know you’re home, baby (It’s lit!)
I’m in the zone, baby (Straight up!)
I just poured up a four baby (Yeah, yeah)

[Bridge: Young Thug]
Never will l cheat on you
Never will I commit treason
Blowin’ a bag on you
Do all of that for no reason
I’ma pull up and murk too
Hittin’ the block and I’m bleedin’
Throwin’ that Rollie on you
I like the way you be freezin’

[Outro]
Pick up the phone (Pick up the phone)
I’m in the zone, pick up the phone, baby
I’m in the zone